New beginning
Lights in the dead of the night sky;
The music plays waking the neighbourhood.
Electronic radio-waves leave no place to hide;
Wipe away the sleep from your eyes for good.
The noise is inside you now and forever;
Words of poetry dig deep into your soul.
You take apart their voice in any weather
And you are found wherever you may go.
The hands that feeds reaches into your head,
Leaving you without will; enslaved by a song.
You have become the beautiful word, never will you forget,
Or forgive them for not arriving sooner. It has been too long.
Until now the sound had always been missing;
You were longing to hear the heart beat inside your chest.
Reawakened by love like you had never been listening;
They spoke to you like no other has ever said.
All the ends are now attached;
All the pieces fit at last.
All the words have been connected together;
Lyricists open up your head, releasing you forever.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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Aa Harvey (
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It's true sometimes how we connect more to the words of a song or poem than we ever do in real interactions...
Or maybe that's just me? I listen over and over to a song or read a poem and think. Thats how it feels. Yet in life such connection still escapes me.
My whole idea of love is based on songs and films rather than the reality of life and love, so I can see what you mean by connecting to words more than to real interactions.
"My friend and me,
Looking through her red box of memories.
Faded I'm sure,
But love seems to stick in her veins you know.
Yes, there's love if you want it.
Don't sound like no sonnet...
Yes, there's love if you want it.
Don't sound like no sonnet...
Why can't you see,
That nature has its way of warning me?
Eyes open wide,
Looking at the Heavens with a tear in my eye.
Yes, there's love if you want it...
...Dreaming about the day when I can see you there.
My (Poetic) side,
By my side.
Here we go again and my head is gone...
I stop to say hello,
'Cause I think you should know,
By now,
By now."
The Verve - Sonnet
Yeah I think that's where I have gone wrong... This silly ideal of love that cannot exist outside of my imagination!
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